The whole chicken issue seems to have gone to our heads a bit. Anyway, it somehow managed to sneak into our next song. In a rather curious way. I don't know what to make of it. But it feels good to let it all out in the music. As for the chicken on Till's cheek: By a razor-thin majority you voted to ask old Ursel for help again. Only close behind is the surgery with the shady specialist. So that's how we're going to do it. I think it can't hurt to first try what old Ursel can do with her herbs and ointments. The last time, it somehow led to success - even if I still don't know how and why. If it doesn't work, we can always come back to the specialist.